Supposed a slip
but the ground fell away
your trajectory twisted
inelegant sprawl
red zone suspension
through the muddy squall
negligent absence
darker distractions
Cry wolf/help/blame
a learnt malevolence
staged rage.
But no matter:
it is all wrapped pain.
There is no possible
control of what
should not be;
neither should we
suffer unduly for that
which is done to us
for there is a future
when we catch each other.
